Penelope Garcia knows your password. (all_knowing) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-21 23:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, penelope garcia, sebastian vael |
Who: Sebastian and Garcia.
What: Comforting her after dreams + 2nd date.
When: 8/19.
Where: Garcia's apartment.
Rating: PG-13 for second base.
Status: Complete!
Sebastian had hurriedly gotten a bag of things together, and then driven over to knock at Penelope’s door. He hadn’t dreamt of his own death, but he’d dreamt of his entire family gone. On some level, he understood the beginnings of what she was going through. He also just wanted to look in on her. He worried. Hopefully she’d let him in.
Garcia always liked seeing Sebastian. She’d barely had time to brush her hair, and had exactly none to put makeup on. Fortunately she still had a little left on from work when she heard the knock at the door. The kettle was on, and she went to go answer the door. “Hey, you.”
“Hello, luv.” Sebastian smiled, hefting his bag on his shoulder. “Told you I’d come see you. Can I come in and set this down?” She looked all right, if a little nervous.
“Of course.” She blinked at his pack, cocking her head to the side. “What did you bring? I have every video game system ever. And pretty much every movie.” She couldn’t help herself and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Just brought some alcohol, and one of my favourite Who specials that I’ve never seen in America before.” Sebastian blinked as she hugged him, but he hugged her back tightly. “I’ll stay as long as you need, lass. I understand the dreams being awful. I do.”
“I might have stolen it, and booze is good. If you have vodka, I can make us Russian Tea Rooms.” She looked up at him and stole a tiny kiss before moving to the kitchen. “I already have the kettle on. Mom taught me that at a young age, whenever you’re upset, you boil water. It gives your mind something to do.”
“Smart mum. Mine said do chores.” Sebastian smiled. “And you naughty girl, stealing the special; now you can watch it properly.” He rummaged in the bag. “I have vodka and whisky. Whisky can be therapeutic as well as just tasty.”
“Vodka for now, whisky before bed,” Garcia said knowingly. She smiled and tiptoed up to kiss him again before heading to the kitchen when she heard the kettle whistling. “What kind of tea do you want, handsome?”
“Oh, surprise me. Anything but green.” Sebastian set his things down and followed her into the kitchen. “Are you doing well apart from the dream silliness?”
“Green tea doesn’t go with vodka.” Garcia smiled and looked back at him. “Yeah. Just ... I don’t know, it rattled me. One second I’m dreaming of going on a date with this gorgeous guy who was a cop, the next he shot me on the steps of my apartment building and everything went dark. I even dreamed that part. Then nothing. Then I woke up.” It had just made her wake up feeling shaky and uncertain about everything.
She found a couple bags of Irish breakfast tea and put them into her largest mugs, pouring the hot water over top, but not too far. There was vodka to add, after all.
Sebastian shook his head, tone grave. “I’m sorry, luv. That must have been horrible to wake up to.” He wasn’t entirely sure whether or not to go into his own experiences, but eventually he decided in favour of it. “I had the same experience when I dreamt of my family being murdered - you feel as though nothing’s fixed, nothing’s anchored. It’s awful.”
Garcia’s jaw dropped. “That’s even worse. I’d rather die than have my family murdered.” She set the kettle back down, moving to wrap her arms around him. “You must’ve been so upset.” Closing her eyes, she let her head rest on his chest. It just felt good.
“It was difficult. Remember, I texted you to ask if there’d been any articles or anything about my family that one day?” Sebastian hugged her back, stroking her hair.
“Oh, Bast. Did you call them? Are they okay?” She looked up at him, biting her lower lip in worry. “Come on, let’s snuggle while the tea steeps.”
“They’re fine, my dream was ages ago. It’s about you now.” Sebastian kissed her nose, mostly to make her laugh.
She wrinkled her nose a bit like a bunny, smiling up at him. “It’s about both of us, but thank you.” She tugged him toward the sofa, flopping down and finding a blanket.
“You know what I mean.” Sebastian allowed himself to be taken toward her sofa, landing on the cushion on the left. “We have to decide what we’re going to watch. Something delightfully silly, I think.” There were a few Who episodes that would do the trick, or he would be open to something else. Just not a romantic comedy.
She grinned. “Holy Grail?” It was her go to ‘bad day’ movie.
He looked at her with something approaching love. “You really are perfect.” He gave it the full Glasgow, pairfect, letting it roll off his tongue, wanting her to laugh.
That made her sigh dreamily. “So says you,” she murmured, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a hard snog. Whenever he let his accent go broad like that, she wanted to push him against the nearest flat surface and shag him into it.
Mm. Sebastian hadn’t expected that, but it was fine by him. He smiled, wrapping her arms around her. Kissing her was genuinely fun, and that boded well for doing it more often in the future.
“Sorry. You should know that we Yank girls kind of find your voices attractive.” Garcia nipped him on the shoulder gently.
“Oh, so do English lassies. I pulled a lot.” Sebastian winked, wanting her to laugh. But he liked that little nibble. “Everyone fancies the accent that isn’t theirs. As you might guess, I like how Russians sound.” He could joke about it now. He was in a happier place than he’d been.
That made Garcia laugh. “And what about American girls?” She nipped again, a teeny bit harder, trying things out.
“Did I pull a lot of them, or do I like how they sound?” Sebastian chuckled, though that nibble was a bit distracting. “I like how they sound as long as they aren’t from New York. I’m afraid that accent’s a bit too much for me.” Snobbish, maybe, but honest.
“The latter. She was resisting the urge to get onto her knees and crawl into her lap. “I just assume you’ve had sex with everyone and it’s my turn now.” She nipped his earlobe before sitting back down and reluctantly facing forward.
“Not everyone.” Sebastian laughed. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in close. “Bloody hell, woman, I’m not depraved.” But his tone was easy, and he was more amused than anything.
“Well, damn, I guess I should return all the floggers, then.” Garcia giggled, snuggling in closer. “You make me forget my dreams,” she murmured against his chest. He just smelled good, spicy and woodsy and a bit like his shirt’s fabric softener. It was arousing and comfortable all at once.
“You own those?” Sebastian had to laugh. “I would not have expected that.” It didn’t scare him, more like amused him. And maybe interested him a tad.
“Of course I do.” Garcia laughed and looked up at him. “You do realize that I’m a fangirl. We’re all pervs, the whole big lot of us.”
“I do somewhat forget that - I’m unfortunately not in the position to go to things like fan-meetings. I’d love to meet Christopher Eccleston one day, but I’d have to do it privately or some such rubbish and feel like a ponce.” Sebastian laughed. “I know, poor little rich boy, but I don’t like being known, sometimes.”
“You could always dress up as Darth Vader or something. You’d be surprised the anonymity that being in cosplay gives you. Plus, I doubt fewer people know you here.” She couldn’t help running her fingers over his ribs, biting her lower lip.
“That’s true, that I’m not as well known here, but still. My luck isn’t good.” Sebastian smiled when she touched him. “Now, Miss Penelope, I thought you were a lady.” He was, of course, teasing. She was no lady, but that was a good thing.
That made Penelope snort. “I may be a lady, but ladies are allowed to know what they want, aren’t they?” She tossed her hair a bit, but then she figured she’d slow down some. His teasing was a good sign. Hopping up, she went to put in the DVD, as well as fetch the tea. She took out the bags and then poured vodka in over top, adding some sugar to each.
“Ladies should bloody well know what they want.” Sebastian laughed. “I prefer it that way!” He waited until she came back with the tea, nodding his thanks and taking a sip. “That’s rather nice, with the vodka. Perhaps I’ll try it at work, bit of hair of the dog after a late night.” He grinned a little shamefacedly.
“Uh-oh, is someone being a bad boy at work?” She took a sip of her own, stretching out and grinning. “You should stop being so fanciable, making everyone want to take you out for drinks.”
“It’s actually been business lately.” Sebastian made a face, amused. “Investors from Japan. They consider it a mark of pride if you can hold your liquor along with them, so every night inevitably turns into a piss-up.”
“Well, please tell me that you’re doing my mixed bag UK heritage proud!” Garcia leaned back, pretending to look appalled.
“I believe I am representing the proud nation of Scotland in a sufficient way.” Sebastian laughed, booping her nose. “It was the Japanese that had to be poured into a cab, not me!”
“Well, thank you,” Garcia laughed. “I can go to bed tonight and feel proud.” She nipped his jaw playfully, laughing to herself.
“Good.” Sebastian smiled genuinely at her. She seemed to be much more relaxed now, and it did his own heart good to see.
She settled into a comfortable position at his side, snuggling into the arm wrapped around her. “This counts as date two, right?”
“I don’t know. Hm.” It did, in his mind, but he did rather enjoy teasing her. “Possibly.”
Gasping, she sat up and socked him in the shoulder. “Oi!” It wasn’t fair, he was all ... pretty and kind and worried about her and impossibly perfect looking in his jumper. Sitting back down, she grumbled to herself. “I’m keeping that flogger,” she muttered. “Usin’ it on you.”
That most certainly got his attention. “I’m sorry, that what?” He was incredibly amused by her tone. “Are there hidden depths to you, my dear Penelope?”
“Not really. I’m a terrible domme. Way more used to being the pet in the relationship.” And after that she swigged her vodka because she’d basically just admitted to what he’d been asking. “Like you haven’t done anything ... different.”
Sebastian almost spit took laughing. “If you were the pet, my naughty girl, you wouldn’t own floggers.” He was grinning, shaking his head. “And here I just thought you talked a big game.”
“Can’t a stray kitty buy herself something nice once in a while?” She tossed her hair, sitting upright. No longer leaning against him, she was pretending to be indignant.
“Oh, come now, luv. Don’t pout, give us a kiss.” Sebastian laughed, pinching her side to make her squeal.
She did, immediately laughing and jumping a little, flailing and batting at his hands. “You brigand!”
“I know, I know.” Sebastian laughed. “I’m awful. How can you stand me?” He liked her laugh, especially when it had been so absent before.
“Because you’re sweet.” She resumed nuzzling into his shoulder. “Even if you don’t want anyone to know.” It was her turn to beep his nose, and she cackled.
Sebastian might have let a strangled noise escape. “Oi!” Clearly, there was nothing for it; he leaned forward and kissed her again, thumb on the apple of her cheek.
That made her laugh, and she pulled him closer by his waist, sighing contentedly. He was a fantastic kisser. “Someone’s had practice,” she purred.
“Snogging?” Sebastian murmured, grinning. “Maybe. But you don’t hold it against me, do you, lassie?”
“Nope. It’s not like this is god given talent,” she grinned. Nipping his neck again, she tried to focus on the same place that had made him react before.
“I had to bloody well work at it, thank you.” Sebastian twitched faintly. “Mmnnh.”
What a faintly undignified noise.
“Me too,” she murmured. He may have thought the noise was undignified, but Penelope thought it was hot, so she nipped again. “If I climb into your lap, are you going to think I’m improper?”
“No.” He’d stopped joking by now. Sebastian was just looking at her, faint smile in his eyes. He still wasn’t planning to get, well, Biblical, for another date, but they could have some fun.
“Thank god,” she breathed, swinging into his lap and kissing him firmly, palms on his cheeks. She kissed him the way she’d wanted to kiss him the first time she’d met him, firm and hot. He was gorgeous and tasted like strong black tea and vodka. Ugh, she could love him.
Mm. Sebastian returned fire, letting out that undignified noise again, but this time it didn’t matter. She was in his lap and kissing him, and he couldn’t entirely resist slipping a hand under her voluminous skirt. He didn’t go too far upward, but he wanted to touch her. Just a bit.
That made her moan into his mouth, threading her fingers in his hair and tugging a bit to get him to expose more of his throat to her. “This third date business is slow torture, you realize.” She murmured against his neck, amused at the bruises there beneath her lipstick.
“Half the fun,” Sebastian murmured, obeying, his hand resting on her knee, feeling the abundance of smooth skin. It was hard not to just take her to bed right now, but he wanted to be sure. Not to arse it up because he couldn’t control his penis.
“What are we doing for date three? Don’t have us doing anything you can’t cancel,” she murmured, palms running over his chest. He was warm even through his shirt, and she bit her lower lip when she felt how muscled he was. “I can’t believe you see anything in me,” she breathed.
“Was planning on cooking for you,” Sebastian managed, thought he grinned shamefacedly after a few minutes. “Or catering. Either here or at my place, whichever would be most comfortable for you.” Something more casual was good for a third date - as well as being fun if they decided to leave the table.
“I’d love you to cook for me, if you want. And wherever you like.” She just wanted to see him again. Then she heard the spanking scene from Holy Grail start up and she couldn’t help but giggle. “I wonder how many people have snogged to this movie?”
“More than you think, I bet. At least in Britain.” Sebastian grinned. “Bit of a rite of passage, this film. Was it this way in America, too?” You weren’t a real Brit if you hadn’t seen Holy Grail.
“Among geeks and smart people, yeah.” She leaned back, gently rubbing a bit of lipstick off of his lower lip. “Bast? Thank you. You’ve made me feel ... I’m not scared anymore. I don’t feel quite as petrified.” Hell, she hadn’t even thought about dying once since he’d come over.
“Good.” Sebastian smiled at her, leaning against her a bit more. “I know they’re powerful, but they are only dreams. If they had all the power we think they do, we’d be living them.”
“As long as you don’t shoot me, I think I’m safe,” Garcia murmured, moving a little closer. She realized that it brought her cleavage in contact with his chest, but she didn’t care. Her hands were on the back of his neck, and she kissed him lightly. “Well. With bullets. Other things, that’s negotiable.” Oh, jizz jokes.
“I don’t know how to use a gun. And I think someone would notice if I went haring down a sidewalk with a bow and arrow.” Sebastian nuzzled at her gently. “You’ve my word, bonny lassie. No harm will come to you while I’ve got breath.” He missed the jizz joke, alas.
“Bows aren’t exactly subtle,” Garcia smiled. She stroked his cheek, touched at his promise. She kissed him lightly again. “I’ll take care of you as best I can, you know that. You’re my best friend.” Dean was her brother, but Sebastian was her BFF for always.
“You’ve already gone to bat for me. Remember Rita Skeeter’s boob job pictures?” He couldn’t help but snicker.
“How can I forget?” Penelope wrinkled her nose. “Her weird nipples are burned into my retinas.”
That got a snort of laughter from Sebastian - an actual snort, which was awkward. “I’m so sorry! There’s no erase command for your brain, is there.”
“Unfortunately, control zee doesn’t work.” God, she wished life had an undo command, that would make things so easy. “So, you couldn’t tell I was nuts over you the first day we met, could you?” She’d tried to play it cool and wondered if she actually had.
“I thought you fancied me a bit, but - and pardon me for sounding like a complete arse for a moment - sometimes ladies do that to me.” Sebastian smiled a little awkwardly. “I’ve been told I’m good-looking.” He didn’t think he was ugly, but nothing special.
That made her laugh. “I’m just proud of you for not staring at my cleavage.” Granted, she dressed to enhance her best feature, but she did hate when people would talk to them. They weren’t sentient. “I’m glad I wasn’t too obvious.”
“You weren’t. Either that or I’m just daft. Could be either.” Sebastian chuckled, kissing her gently. “I admit I only started to fancy you when I got to know you. I needed to be beaten over the head. But in fairness, I am a bloke.”
“I could’ve just worn a corset, if I’d wanted to just seduce you. But I was more worried about you.” His heart had gotten broken, and she hadn’t wanted to hurt him, scare him, bother him. Garcia nibbled his earlobe gently.
“You’ve got a good heart.” He meant it, he wasn’t just blowing smoke. “To be honest, I don’t think I’d have taken it well if you did try to flirt with me right after all that. You have to admit, dumping someone via e-mail does make one a bit of a cow. I wasn’t up to trusting women. But you aren’t a cow.” This last was said affectionately, wanting her to laugh.
She did. “That’s why I didn’t. You were so upset. I wanted to hug you a lot, but that was all. Promise.” This coming from the girl in his lap with the hair in her face and the lips swollen from kissing.
“Do you mean in general? Because if so, I think I can safely say that was an untruth.” Sebastian brushed her hair away from her face, grinning.
“I meant at the time, silly. When you’re sad, I don’t want to sleep with you.” She smiled, looking up at him. “Prat.”
“And she can talk proper English, even!” Sebastian teased, still grinning. “Fancy that.”
“I nick far too much telly from the BBC to not,” she laughed. “I have Dalek salt and pepper shakers, Bast. It’s a problem.”
“Only because they aren’t Cybermen. Of course, they don’t make things like that for Cybermen. Just the tin pots. Honestly, I never found Daleks very scary, I just didn’t. I must’ve been the only British child for forty years that didn’t.” Sebastian shook his head, amused.
“Just go up some stairs,” Garcia quipped. She kissed him again. “God, I love that I can geek out with you. Do you play video games too? Or is that just too much to hope for?”
“I used to quite a lot.” Sebastian admitted. “Nowadays it isn’t that I don’t enjoy it, it’s that I don’t have time.” The company ate up so much of it. “I had a Nintendo growing up, and an original Game Boy. I think the last system I got was a Nintendo 64, though. Things got a bit mad in my life around then.”
“I’ll have to reintroduce you.” She kissed him again. “The new Game Boys will blow your damn mind, they’re so pretty.” She couldn’t help a rock of her hips against his. God, dry humping and talking about video games. “You make me feel like I’m sixteen again.”
“Oh? I didn’t even know they’d made a new one. I know there’s been various hand-held systems, but I never could quite be arsed to do the research.” Sebastian rather liked that rock of her hips, thank you. “I do hope you don’t feel sixteen, luv; you’d be inexperienced and in this country, I’d be a rapist.”
“Mmm, the 3DS is amazing,” she grinned. She rocked again and shook her head. “I said feel, not that I really am, you dork. Sixteen year olds shouldn’t know how to tie quite as many knots as I do, if you know what I mean.” She was mostly into recreational bondage; not so much ‘yes master’ as it was ‘heck yes’ to being tied up and smacked around.
“I do.” Sebastian couldn’t help a hooded smirk. “I was an Eagle Scout myself.” Honestly, part of the reason he’d wanted to wait for the really intimate parts was this; he did like it a little less vanilla than most. Nothing completely mad, but definitely not missionary with the lights off.
“... are you saying that we both have the same turn-ons too? Stooooop,” she whined. He was too perfect.
“I don’t know, do we?” Sebastian blinked owlishly.
“What’s your favorite position?” She grinned.
“Reverse cowgirl.” Sebastian would have blushed, saying that with anyone but her.
“Ehhhhn.” Garcia made a wincey, bashful face - feigned, but she wanted to tease him. “We’ll have to agree to disagree.”
“Too much work?” He teased. “As long as it isn’t missionary. Or anything where you’re standing and I’m sitting because that’s just odd.”
She giggled. “I like doggy, just because of depth. Also hair pulling. You can’t do that properly in reverse cowgirl. But you can use cuffs either way and wow, I’m still talking, do you want more tea?” She fanned her suddenly warm face.
“Maybe a bit. I do have to drive home.” Sebastian chuckled. He’d have one more, then let it burn off, then go. “Ta, luv.”
Garcia nodded, reluctantly moving off of his lap. As she walked, she adjusted her skirt, hoping her blush would go away in time. She poured each of them a cup, adding sugar and carrying them back to the living room. “Here you go, I put a tiny bit less vodka in this one.”
“Thanks.” He might have taken a peep at her adjusting her skirt. “It’s really quite nice tea, even without the vodka.”
“Just Tetley’s breakfast,” she chuckled, leaning against him. She liked that he was so polite, and she liked cuddling next to him.
“Still.” He went quiet, happy that he could have quiet time with her. They didn’t have to talk every single minute.
She threaded their fingers together, snuggling closer and just watching the end of the movie. She felt comfortable with him. It honestly felt like it was closer to months that they’d been dating than just the second date; it was easy, and she felt free with him.
They watched the rest of the movie that way, and when it ended, Sebastian kissed her again. It wasn’t desperate - at least, not now - but rather familiar. He felt like he could be comfortable with her, while still wanting her. Comfort without boredom was rare, and prized.
Comfort with passion was something Garcia hadn’t even realized could exist. “Mmm,” she purred, smiling when he pulled away. “I’m glad you counted this as date two.”
“Me too.” Sebastian laughed. “Just ... why not?” They were together, they were having fun and they were being ... couple-y. “How are you feeling, lass? Do things look less scary?” He hoped so.
She nodded. “They do. Unless that guy specifically comes through here and specifically wants to shoot me for some reason - but that could happen any time.” She had to live life to the fullest. Which was why she kissed him gently.
“He’d better not be here. I will start carrying a bow around, and I will look like an arse.” Sebastian was only half joking. She had, in a short time, become very important to him, and he would protect her with everything he had.
“You say arse, I say sexy man with a bow being all Ranger-y. Plus one to getting my panties off, with the bow. Just sayin’.” She winked at him, wanting to make him laugh.
He did, shaking his head. “Oh, lord, are you one for all that tabletop ... stuff?” He’d tried once or twice, but it had seemed incomprehensible.
“Yeah, I am.” She giggled. “Just not the dress up tabletop stuff. It was fun, it appealed to my comp sci nerd. It’s maths.” She smiled at him. “See? I’m surprised you like me.”
“Bah. One thing we don’t have in common.” Sebastian snorted. “Why must you keep saying there are all these reasons for me not to fancy you?” His smile was gentle. “I do fancy you, Penelope. You’ll have to live with it.”
Blushing, she just looked down at her hands. “Good. Dean will want to shoot you less. Sorry about him, by the way.” She loved her surrogate brother, but she didn’t want the two best boys in her life to shoot each other.
“Oh, it’s nothing.” Sebastian shook his head. “We actually hammered it out rather well. He had the best intentions, after all.”
“He’s basically my brother from another mother. I met him, and I just knew. I had to keep him safe.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “It’s something I can’t describe, but he’s my friend beyond friendship.”
“But he’s married. Right?” Stupid, maybe, but somehow, he had to ask. That was the only deal breaker, really.
Garcia smiled and nodded. “He is, it was the sweetest ceremony. His husband’s such a sweetheart, too.” She kissed Sebastian’s cheek. “Besides, I have a crush on this other guy. Kind of nuts about him.”
He knew that. He did. “I know, I’m a twat.” Sebastian smiled, pulling her in for a bit more of a snuggle. “I promise, though, I’m not a jealous sort.” If and when they got together, he wouldn’t be telling her who she could speak to or whatever.
“A little bit is flattering. Controlling jealousy is ... well.” She smiled and started to kiss his neck again. “Bast, I’ve been on like, two dates since I met you and they were both awkward. I haven’t slept with a guy in a year. You know, above everything, I’m honest. I can barely lie, so I certainly couldn’t cheat.”
“I just don’t want you to think it’s a habit of mine.” He tilted his neck lazily, letting her nuzzle and kiss.
“You’re allowed. Like I said, there’s flattering jealousy and there’s stalking me home jealousy. but don’t worry, I don’t get ogled often.” She rolled her eyes and giggled, kneeling on her sofa to look at him again. “Have I mentioned I adore you? You’re fantastic.”
“It’s sweet of you to say.” Sebastian smiled, leaning over and kissing her forehead. “You’re rather brilliant yourself, you know.”
“Of course I know.” She grinned, tickling his ribs lightly. “Talk about stating the obvious.”
Sebastian let a faint yelping noise escape. “Augh, not fair!”
Garcia’s blue eyes lit up. “You’re ticklish!” She laughed and tickled him a little more, giggling at how he wiggled. “You’re so cute,” she beamed. Eventually she let up, not wanting him to pee on her.
“Aaaagh!” Sebastian wound up breathless and laughing on the floor, hair mussed, curled up to ward his stomach against her. “Evil woman.”
She peered at him over the side of the couch, grinning. “I’ve got four older brothers. Don’t make me give you an Indian burn, buddy.” She hated that term, but at the same time, there was nothing else to call it.
“What on earth is that?” Sebastian laughed, climbing up to the couch again. “I’ve not heard that.”
She took his arm and started to gently move her fists in opposite directions. “This! You probably have a different name for it since your native peoples would have different names, you wouldn’t have Native Americans.” She winced and laughed. “My brothers used to box my ears hard, too.”
“Oh, that. Ow!” Sebastian laughed. “Yes, they’re called snakebites in Scotland. Probably England, too. My sister fought a little more genteelly; she used to tie my shoelaces together. Or give me a rat-tail, if we were in the swimming pool or something like that. She tended to stay away from bodily fluids, thank God. Left that to the blokes at school.”
“Yeah, they’d come up behind me and just smack their hands hard over both ears.” She shook her head. “So rude. How old’s your sister?” She liked the idea of him having someone to be a little kid, with.
“How rude indeed.” Sebastian chuckled, stifling a yawn. “My sister is three years older. She’s a teacher in a village in Scotland, married a nice peer’s son. She’s Lady Knighton now, all settled and happy.”
“Oh dear, Lady Knighton. Are you going to make some happy woman Lady Vael?” Garcia didn’t know how that sort of nobility worked.
“Technically, it’d be Lady Vael only until my father passes. Then my wife would become Lady Starkhaven.” Sebastian explained. “If you marry the son of a peer, you get Lady and his surname. If you marry a peer, you get Lady plus his title.”
She smiled, reaching out to stroke his hair. “Will you be going home then? Or are you here for good?” She didn’t want him to leave the US, even if she wasn’t with him. She couldn’t help herself.
“I don’t know.” He wasn’t going to lie to her. “I might go home eventually. It’s still home. But I have quite a few friends here, and business, and other good things.” He kissed her cheek. “I wouldn’t go home for good for years, if you’re worrying.”
“Not worrying. I have no claim on you. But I think the States would be worse without you in it.” She smiled and closed her eyes. “So. When’s date three?” Could it be tomorrow?
Sebastian thought for a second. “Day after tomorrow? Tomorrow I have to make nice with another Japanese investor.” He made a face. “Don’t want to, but I have to.”
“I’d like that very much.” She grinned at the face he pulled and swung back into his lap. “Your place or mine?” Rocking her hips down again, she kissed him hard, wanting to give him something to sustain him through the meeting tomorrow.
Mm. He did appreciate a woman who was so giving of herself. Sebastian kissed her again, taking his sweet time with the reply. “Mine, I think. Unless the thought is intimidating.”
“Not so much, no.” She nipped his lower lip gently. “Why, do you have a Fifty Shades of Grey sex dungeon?”
“Not a bad thought.” Sebastian pretended to think, then laughed. “I was teasing. I’ve had lassies tell me my flat was too nice. I tended to laugh at it - I’m sorry, am I supposed to take a woman to a cheap motel?”
“What the heck is too nice?” Garcia shook her head. “As long as you don’t yell at me for not rinsing cups in specific ways or something.” She wrinkled her nose. Type A people were okay but only to a certain point.
Sebastian snorted amiably. “I’ve no idea ... honestly, I really don’t have any issues like that. I have a woman come in to clean because I’m a slovenly pig. But no, I would like to show you my place.” He smiled a little shyly.
“I doubt you could do slovenly. Untidy, sure.” She hugged him, beaming. “I’d like to see your place too.” And then to snog him while laying down on basically every flat surface.
“Good. It’s settled, then.” Sebastian hugged her right back, smiling. “But I should be off so I can get a modicum of sleep before tomorrow.” Alas. He’d really enjoyed this. “Are you going to be all right?”
“Oh, I’ll be fine. Might bruise myself a little, but all’s fair in love and frantic masturbation.” She winked at him, giggling to herself.
“Cheeky.” He made sure he had his things. “My place. Say, seven pm?”
“I can do that.” She smiled broadly. “You forget, I’ve seen your place.” She squeezed his hand as she stood up, wishing he didn’t have to go.
“It’s true. But you’ll see it without me stinking of whisky!” Sebastian shifted the bag to one shoulder, and then before he left, held her by the shoulder and kissed her as firm and deep as he could without going completely overboard. He wanted to leave an impression. And maybe, possibly, be a tiny bit evil.